Up far too early, plotting the days route.
There's a huge parade of Garage Sales in Tuscany, but it's in Tuscany. Take the train to the end of the line, wait for a bus, then walking through endless suburbs.
Fortunately there are a few closer to home - the Treasure Chest sale on 4th Street and a small Community Sale north of Kensington.
Choices, choices. As I'll doubtless want to nap I'm choosing the ones closest to home.
And, this done, there's still time to drink my coffee and catch up on the weeks news. No one won the 50 million dollar Lottomax jackpot, now my only hope is to have recovered my investment in minor subsidiary wins (I can hope...). The title, of course, is a play on Schrödinger's cat, who was both alive and dead until you opened the box and checked, my too-brief lottery dreams are dashed as a result of my enquiring as to whether I won....
It wouldn't have lasted anyways, it would have leaked out at work, in my daily errands, the best I could have hoped for is that it was won in Calgary and the winner hadn't stepped forth to claim the prize, such news would have kept the cat alive and the ticket stubs in my pocket. More offerings are needed for the Shrine of the Beloved Virgin.
It's almost time to go, loaf at the bus stop, waiting (forever) for buses that may (or may not) show up, I could walk but as it's half a day off I have a policy of doing as little as possible, there will be plenty of walking through the community...